And when that figure resurfaced in front of Sawyer, an extremely strong evil aura, mixed with endless bloody aura, swept towards him.

This bright red body, although the flesh and blood are blurred, the power contained in it has not decreased in the slightest, but has skyrocketed again, and the power of the ghosts and gods has become stronger and stronger, which makes Sawa frightened.

And Nakar, with the same face, looked at the figure that seemed to crawl out of the sea of blood.

Obviously, the true power of the power of the ghosts and gods was fully revealed, and the purple-robed young man would also benefit from the power of the ghosts and gods, so he would become extremely powerful.

Aslan and Fanny, who originally thought that the battle was over, were also shocked at this time, the violent fluctuations around the purple-robed young man's body, and the murderous aura that wrapped around his body, actually faintly made their scalps a little explosive, this kind of power, only the word horror can be described.

At this time, even Sawyer had a trace of cowardice in his heart, if he could take his teammates and escape here safely, it would be the best policy.

However, in their current state, it is obvious that Iaslan and Fanny cannot escape from the clutches of the purple-robed youth.

So, is the only way to defeat the puppet in front of you who is controlled by the power of ghosts and gods and becomes not like a human and a ghost like a ghost?

Before he could think of a countermeasure, the blood-red figure suddenly rushed out, surging like a thundercloud with a rolling murderous aura, facing him, and the dark purple short sword in his hand was dotted with a faint plague-like purple mist, which was quite weird.

The surrounding yin wind seemed to be even colder because of the presence of this bloody man, and the yin wind seemed to turn into silver needles, piercing Sawya's skin, making the skin as painful as if it had been pricked by needles.

For the purple-robed young man who was rushing towards him, Sawa didn't dare to face his edge at this time, but dodged in embarrassment.

Fortunately, he was instructed by a master in the Rees Mountains, and he practiced with that master day after day, so his dodging skills were also quite exquisite, otherwise, with his previous insignificant combat experience, how could he protect himself under the stormy attack of the purple-robed youth.

Even Carl, who has always been arrogant, couldn't help but smack his lips and secretly praise himself at this time, and there was even more appreciation on his face.

"What are you looking at, come on!" Sawyer glanced at Carl, who regarded himself as an audience, and hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice, and let him dodge endlessly like this, no need to fight at all, tired can exhaust him to death.

Hearing this thunderstorm-like sound, Karl realized that he was one of the battlegrounds, and just now, he had been completely caught up in Sawyer's impeccable dodging skills, and completely forgot his mission.

The spiritual power exploded in full force, and Carl, a physical magician, still disdained to cast a magic, but stepped on the ground and violently smashed the head of the purple-robed young man with a stick.

Sawyer knew that Karl was different from the ordinary fourth-order, his spiritual power was quite peculiar, and the power contained in it was far beyond the ordinary fourth-order, which he had personally experienced.

At that time, he used his fourth-order peak strength against Karl, who had just entered the fourth-order, if it weren't for his quick recovery of spiritual power in the sun, perhaps, he might not be able to beat the latter, which is why he believed in the latter so much, knowing that the latter would not let him down.

The human head can be said to be one of the most vulnerable parts of human beings, and Carl's stick smashed on the head of the purple-robed young man without any deviation.

In an instant, blood emerged from the purple-robed young man's skull and flowed down his face, revealing an eerie and terrifying look on his already evil face.

The stimulation of blood made the purple-robed young man's anger rise suddenly like a raging flame.

The purple-robed young man didn't seem to be affected by this stick, and directly slashed his sword behind him.

Carl, who was still hanging in the air, suddenly looked shocked, he thought that the purple-robed young man's head was hit by this blow, and he would have to slow down for a while before launching an attack, but he didn't expect that the latter seemed to be unaffected, and the attack was even more ferocious.

Carl was suspended in mid-air, unable to control his body flexibly, and could only hold his stick to his chest to ward off a little damage.

In just an instant, Karl was like a comet, quickly rushing to the ground, smashing the ground into a dent that was neither deep nor shallow.

Carl, who fell to the ground, only had one feeling, that is, he was paralyzed and weak, and at this moment, the simple matter of getting up was a luxury for him.

Sawyer glanced at the tragic Carl, and then turned his gaze to the purple-robed youth, it seemed that he still underestimated the strength of the purple-robed youth, the power of the ghosts and gods was too strong, so strong that he felt his insignificance.

Is it really impossible to compete with the power of ghosts and gods? Unable to defeat the power of ghosts and gods after all? In the face of an enemy stronger than yourself, is there really no way to defeat yourself?

Sawyer asked himself inwardly, but he couldn't find the answer.

At this moment, he was confused, he didn't know if the choice he had made was right, and he didn't know if he, the captain, was competent.

"Captain, I believe you are the best, and you will be able to defeat this hateful monster." The light voice, like the nectar of the morning, flowed into Sawyer's heart drop by drop.

Sawyer looked at Fanny's dirty smiling face, and the latter's aura eyes were full of recognition and belief in him.

"If you don't die, fight to the death." Due to Aslan's poor state and lack of spiritual power, at this time, he could only clench his fists firmly and say to Sawa with emotion.

"I'm optimistic about you!" Carl, who was still lying in the shallow pit, was also encouraging Sawyer, and his limbs were gradually regaining their strength.

Sawyer looked at the determined faces, and his heart was touched, his teammates believed in him very much, what reason did he have not to believe in himself?

At this time, he is no longer confused, his choice is not wrong, and he, who is the captain, must be competent.

His eyes became more and more determined, his limbs became more and more powerful, and his momentum became more and more powerful.

He looked at the blood shadow not far away, and with a deflection of the blade, a momentum without hesitation exploded in an instant, and that momentum put away all the fears and worries in his heart.

At this time, Sawyer was like a battle maniac who put life and death on the line, and every time he attacked, he brushed past the attack of the purple-robed youth without danger, and then hit the latter.

This made him feel incredible, and now, he could actually compete head-on with the ghost swordsman who was controlled by the power of the demon god, which he did not dare to imagine not long ago.

This ideal state of battle at present is really elusive, and it would be great if he could maintain this excellent state in future battles!

Wherever the sword shadow passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, but this level of attack could not cause substantial damage to the purple-robed youth.

In the eyes of the purple-robed youth, Sawa is like a flexible monkey, shuttling freely in front of him, and his attacks always fail to hit Sawyer, at most he brushes the latter.

No one was able to achieve absolute superiority, which gradually brought the situation to a stalemate.

Yaslan and them, looking at Sawa and the purple-robed young man who were entangled together with a worried expression, were very anxious, but they couldn't provide Sawa with the slightest help, the spiritual power here was really thin, and it would take a lot of time to recover, I am afraid that in a short time, they will not be able to join the battle.

The current situation is not very optimistic, Sawa can't really hurt the purple-robed youth, once Sawyer's physical strength or spiritual power can't support it, he will inevitably lose.

Suddenly, more than a dozen monsters broke into their battlefield, and they were the closest to Karl, so they directly bared their fangs and claws and rushed towards Karl.

At present, Carl's limbs have only partially regained their strength, and he can only barely move his body, and his speed is naturally far less than that of a goblin.

Seeing that the monster was about to pounce on Carl, this made Sawyer in a dilemma, if he went to clean up the monster, the purple-robed youth would definitely attack him, but if he didn't clean up the monster, then, Carl would have to worry about his life.

Comparing the two, it is obvious that the lives of his teammates are more important, as soon as Sawyer gritted his teeth, he quickly swept towards Karl's side, and immediately launched a rainstorm attack, he has entered the fifth order, cleaning up these few monsters, for him, it is a piece of cake.

However, just as Sawyer had expected, the purple-robed young man would indeed take the opportunity to sneak attack, and the latter raised his short sword, gathered a huge amount of spiritual power, and slashed down at him frantically.

A sword slashed out, and the creepy smile of the ghost could be faintly heard

While fighting the monster, Sawyer had no time to care about anything else, and after destroying the last monster, he was slashed by the vicious sword with a deep sword mark, and flowing blood continued to flow from the wound.

At the sword marks, there was actually a trace of evil purple mist attached, which was obviously a manifestation of the extreme strength of the ghosts and gods.

Between Carl's eyebrows, there was a mixture of sorrow, he sighed, and then shook his head helplessly, obviously not wanting Sawyer to do this for him, but Sawa just smiled at him, showing that he didn't care.

The purple-robed young man who is controlled by the power of ghosts and gods must be strong, and his attack is good if he is not hit, but once he is hit, it will be fatal.

Before, Sawa relied on his extraordinary combat skills to make it impossible for the purple-robed young man's attack to fall on him, but this time, he was hit by the latter, and he flew out directly, and the spiritual power around his body quickly withered, and the latter's sword directly injured him.

The scene that they didn't want to see finally appeared in the eyes of Yaslan and the others, and what they were most worried about still happened.

The purple-robed young man slowly walked towards Sawyer, who seemed to have no ability to resist anymore, his blood-red eyes, exaggeratedly bulging, and his terrifying face became more and more hideous.

Every step he took was beating for the coming of death, and the short sword in his hand, humming non-stop, should be playing the rhythm of death